Owner	Pose
Terry O'Neil	"Right... I'll find Raven..." saith Terry, with dread in his voice, and after leaving Troia with his Best of ABBA collection as a distraction, he proceeded to try to track Raven. She wasn't in the kitchen. She wasn't in the lobby. She wasn't on the rooftop. The gym was decidedly Raven-less. The meeting room was completely empty, imagine that. Gar was in the monitor room, so therefore Raven wasn't there. Finally, he stands outside of Raven's room, after an hour of walking up and down stairs. Even though he can Rabbit Hole. And even though he could have started with Raven's room... he thought he should cover all of his bases. It makes sense, right? Knock. Knock. Knock. "Rae? Are you there? It's Terry..."
Rachel Roth	One day, perhaps in the near future, Raven is very likely to find out that Terry's thought process in locating Raven began in the kitchen and went to every place that Raven wasn't.     Literally. Terry visits every place in the tower that Raven /isn't./ Even this time. The knocking at her door elicits no response: Which is odd, because she normally responds rather quickly. Instead, as Terry stands outside of her door, attempting to call her to attention with perhaps ever-increasing desperation, another door down the hall opens.     The door to Donna's room.     /Right./     Out of this door walks Raven, nocturnal enough that she looks frankly like she just woke up, wearing a stylish shirt with glinting stars on a midnight sky, that clearly /emulates/ a certain amazon's uniform, but on closer inspection isn't the same. Still, it's not sized for her. It's not her shirt. The jeans she's wearing are hers, same as the boots.     There's a pause, as she walks almost past Vorpal at first, carrying a used coffee mug that she plainly intends to wash and put coffee in. Her brow raises.     "What are you doing outside my door?"
Terry O'Neil	Terry turns to face Raven, and the expression on the feline's face is precious. It's the moment he realizes that he /should/ have checked Donna's room. Just like anyone who looks for Gar and can't find him anywhere will look in Terry's room, or vice-versa. He can chalk that oversight to stress. Probably. "Rae... I was looking for you. Something's happened. Something bad- we've had a..." he looks for the words. "There is another reality overlapping the Main Room. And... it came with an alternate Donna. And we can't find Donna anywhere. The computer says she never existed, so there's... some /reality fuckitude/ going on, and you've /got/ to come..."
Rachel Roth	The response to this is perhaps the most Raven that Raven has been in some time. Of course, as soon as Terry is finished, her expression locks into one that is impossible to read, save for the fact that one could always assume that beneath the surface of Raven's features is barely restrained fury.     The mug she was holding? It shatters against the ground. She dropped it practically instantly, in fact. For the longest time, she stares at Terry, unblinking, as if frenetically attempting to unmake him on the spot. Eventually, there is a soft, and quiet:     "What did you do?"
Terry O'Neil	"I didn't do anything!" Terry answers quietly, but without much conviction. "... but I think this must be my father's fault. I can't be sure. He left me with jack shit in instructions or knowledge. We were all hanging out in the main room, and then suddenly reality got fucky, and suddenly there-" He stops, and he peers at Raven. "... there was this Donna. If realities are shifting, it might be because of what might be happening in Wonderland. I don't know."
Rachel Roth	The stare that Raven gives Terry is so thoroughly humorless and full of that active consternation that it isn't at all difficult to merely assume that she does not in any way believe anything he just said other than that there's some Other Donna.     "If this is a prank, I will /kill/ you." she begins, taking a step forward and looming ever-increasingly in Terry's sprace. "If this is your fault, I will /kill/ you." Ever closer, with each passing moment, until he'll have no choice but to back up against the door. "If we get through this and you ever say the word Wonderland to me again, I will /kill/ you."     She does not ask if Terry understands. It is easy to assume that she doesn't do this because she hopes that he /doesn't/ understand, so that she can kill him. Regardless of this, she drops out of his personal space, and starts storming off towards the main room.     "Let's go."
Donna Troy	It's not prank. Raven knows that as soon as she steps out of the corridor and onto the top of the stairs leading down into the main room. It's not impossible that Terry's illusion-casting has improved enough that he could fake the steps now being stone and the room being... well, similar, but quite distinctly grander, more marble-y and apparently now somewhere /in space/. Maybe. But Raven /knows/.     Raven isn't someone you can hide a distortion in reality from. Had she her full powers, she could probably make sense of what exactly is going on, but even now she can simply /feel/ the folds in reality that cause this merging, and she can /feel/ the interconnections between the real world and The Dreaming that are taking place here.     There's something else she doesn't need to be told, and that's because there's another power at play here she can sense that she's grown quite familiar with. It may be something well hidden, something that Troia herself has been unaware of, but Raven has known for some time, and figured out what it is. She knows it's something that she isn't the only person who knows about it either -- a discussion, couched in very vague terms, on Themyscira with the Amazon sorceress Magala revealed that. This is part Dreaming, but it's also part Troia's Titan-Nature.     And Troia's Titan-nature is very much visible to Raven here. More than ever, much more than it should be.     Troia is... Troia. But different. There's the starry pirate cloak fabric somehow turned into a peplos dress, but then there's the same starry glow in her hair, which isn't normal. On a subtler level, there's a power about her that is not normal either. She is seated on what /should/ be the big curved sofa, but seems to be a big curved arch of thrones. And she's listening to headphones and looking very, very puzzled.
Terry O'Neil	Terry follows after Raven. "No." Call it the straw that broke the camel's back. Call it a certain message finally winding its way through after being repeated enough times. Call it being just tired. "I am done being blamed. And I am done being threatened." He narrows his eyes. "I don't deserve it, and I'm done taking it. We understand each other? I didn't /have/ to come look for you. I did it because I cared, even if you scare the shit out of me." He gestures towards the room, "But if you're so tired of Wonderland, I'll just pack my shit and let you fix everything, since I'm apparently nothing more than a target of disdain for you!"
Rachel Roth	Raven halts in such a way that frankly, there should be a waterphone sting when Terry's spine seems to suddenly manifest in place. The speed at which she rounds on him is terrifying, as it is not with any haste. She is slow, painfully slow, as her expression, now with one twitching eye, is that of unfathomable rage.     "You did /nothing./" she began, "Your existence is one that can bring realities together upon themselves and you have done no dilligence to understand this power. You complain and whine that nobody gave you all of the answers in a little booklet for you to read when you hit puberty, and yet as the powers manifested you sought out /nobody./ You did not speak to Stephen Strange, you did not knock at the tower of Doctor Fate. Hell, you barely even managed to luck out and meet Constantine and Zatanna, and I have yet to hear of you pursuing any knowledge of what you are and what it means from them!" she is /shouting/ now, something that Raven has /never/ done.     "And yet you tell me that your family and your world could have somehow come here and folded reality upon itself and the one side effect that I have heard is that the /single, solitary/ person on the planet whose very existence has stopped me from /killing myself/ now does not exist, and my anger is somehow misplaced when had you done /any/ of your /fucking homework/ about /what you are/ you might have been able to /predict this/ and stop it from /happening/ instead of having to come and get /me?/"     There is a pause, then, and Raven takes this deep breath. Her voice returns to its 'natural' monotone. "So, yes. I am tired of Wonderland. I'd appreciate it if it would stay out of my life."     Then, she turns, and storms off without stopping into the room that contains... Very much not her Troia. Every hope that this is some sort of cruel joke dissipates in an instant, as miniscule as those hopes might have been. She takes barely a step into the room before she knows it, and the low, whiny noise that leaves her lips in response to seeing some /other/ Troia has replaced hers is, frankly... Pathetic.     What is worse is that she /knows/ she should be able to see the way these realities overlap, as part of being able to breach them, to serve as the Key, she should be able to identify what's happening and where. Yet, despite that she should, she knows why she cannot. She takes one deep swallow, and starts moving forward. What can she even do? What will she even do? Maybe this Troia knows.     "Troia?" she calls out, hoping to be heard over the headphones. Already, Raven is displeased: The Titans' living room is not the place for thrones.
Donna Troy	Troia hears, and takes off the headphones, with an expression that might resemble something like relief. "It's not his fault," she says, looking at Raven curiously. Apparently it wasn't just her name she overheard. "He seems to have a tendency to blame himself for things over which he has not the slightest control. I wonder why the rest of you indulge that habit rather than helping him rid himself of it."     Her eyes wander slightly before returning to Raven. "Yes. I am Troia." She stares down at the headphones, which are still playing ABBA tinnily. She looks around for Terry, sees he's not immediately to hand and simply puts the headphones down as far away from herself as she can reach, and turns back to Raven.     "You're Raven. People keep mentioning you. I don't entirely understand what has happened. All the... all your friends are looking for Donna. Apparently there are similarities between her and me, but I have no answers for you. Potentially has become knotted in a way I do not fully understand. I haven't been able to explain it to people. I don't really... I don't know how to describe it. I know the shape of what it is intuitively, but it is not something I really understand."
Terry O'Neil	Terry snarls, storming after Raven. "Hey! Get back here!" Even if she goes far ahead, his yelling is loud enough to make his case for him. If there are any other occupants in the dorms, they might start poking their heads out soon. "Oh, /excuse me, Princess/, if I seem to lack the connections to talk to the goddamned Sorcerer Supreme just as you please- unlike the daughter of literally Satan! And I know that you haven't been paying attention as of late, but I've been a little on the busy side of things /fighting the goddamned Archangel Michael in the Astral Realm/ with a bunch of people to try to keep him from undoing our reality. Constantine? He's too busy playing honeymoon with a lady of the Fae to answer questions- the only people who seem to have time to answer questions are the ones who didn't even know Wonderland /was/ a thing, so don't say I haven't tried. You apparently might have known I was related to the fae and didn't even think of telling me- and you wonder why I didn't come to you? Hey!" he tries to catch up, "Don't you /dare/ walk out in the middle of an arg-" And they're in The Room. And, let's face it, once you're there any anger or impetus to keep fighting just kind of leaves you, just like that. He falls completely silent and stays at the threshold. As Raven makes /that/ sound, his lips become a thin line. "Right. I'll leave you to it," he says, his voice sounding like he's gargled a bag of brillo pads and his knuckles would be white, if they weren't covered in fur. He starts turning around to leave by the way he came in.
Rachel Roth	To say that Raven had ignored Terry as they went into the room was untrue, but that's likely the way it felt. She was preparing to answer, but the presence of Troia was altogether the thief of her attention.     "Yes. That's me. I'm... Raven." She had never imagined it would hurt to hear Donna /not/ call her Rae first thing, but here it was. She knew that this whole thing was going to be... Difficult. Terry had not delivered her into a happy environment.     Clearing her throat, she continued along. "You're not in your universe. Or... Your reality. However we want to... Refer to it. And, apparently, your being here has... Has overwritten the Troia of our universe. She doesn't... She doesn't know what she is. From what I can... From what I can tell it seems like she's been overwritten by a /potential/ version of herself."     She bulldozes right over the fact that Terry has been absolved, because she still doesn't /not/ hold him responsible in some fashion, and frankly, all that's been stated is that he's not directly responsible. There's still the matter of dilligence.     "Do you... Do you know anything about how you got here? Can you tell me what you were doing before you arrived?"
Donna Troy	Troia watches Raven for a while as she tries to explain things as she understands them -- which all in all and altogether unsurprisingly is a closer understanding than anyone else has managed yet, though Terry got close thanks to his reading habits. When Raven poses her question, Troia shakes her head.     "I have always been here," she says. "This is my home. Look around you..." she gestures at the room, which despite the distinct similarities, is not the main room of Titans tower, and to the window looking out on the landscape of a shattered moon, and stars beyond. "You are in my universe. Not the other way around. Though... I think it's the same universe. I don't sense anything... anything wrong. Just... confused."     Troia frowns, and gives a small shake of her head. "I have always been here," she repeats. "Then you people started arriving. This is New Kronos."     In an odd way, this is reminiscent of talking to Troia back when she first showed up. Her accent is similar to how it had been then -- nowadays it has an American influence, but that influence is not there. And there's the frequent bafflement at All Things American, and the insistence on being right. Such Donna things.     Donna glances at Terry, standing on the threshhold considering leaving, and looks back at Raven, frowning. "You shouldn't... you two shouldn't argue like that. It's not good. It... it breaks things apart. There have been... too many arguments. It leads to... so much loss."
Terry O'Neil	Terry stops when Troia speaks, and he turns around to face her. "... it's kind of hard not to argue when some people only point at what you're doing wrong but there's never an offer to help." He crosses his arms and looks at Troia, "What you said earlier? Can you frigging /blame/ me? It's what I get on the regular." Then he grows quiet and sullen, letting his eyes fall somewhere random, not really taking it in.
Rachel Roth	That was what she was afraid of. Frankly, at this stage, Raven knows that she should detach. That she should nod, and then find a way to distract this Troia, and then go off somewhere to research exactly what's gone on and try and solve it. The last thing, the /very/ last thing, she should be doing... Is engaging with the other woman.     The only issue is that Raven is fully aware if she leaves this room, the only place she's going to go is to her own room to be useless for a good, long while. She can't really bring herself to go anywhere other than right here, right now.     Swallowing again, she continues with the questions. "Yes, I thought so. But... I guess while we're in this room, we can call this New Kronos, but this isn't /your/ world. Outside of this specific room, it's our world."     There's a pause, and Raven considers some options that perhaps she shouldn't ask about, and yet... She can't help but do exactly that. "You seem to... Know a lot about the effects of arguments. Can you... Can you tell me why?" she asks, but there's perhaps something hidden there, and it comes to light as she asks an addendum question. "Can you tell me what you did?"
Donna Troy	"For you, outside is your world but for me, outside is my world," Troia replies. "It's a labyrinth. But not a physical one. The path through it depends on the person traversing it. You understand?"     She sighs, leaning back, and looking down, away from Raven's gaze. "I never said I blamed you, Terry. But it is your state of mind that engenders it. If you blame yourself so easily, can you really blame other people for /listening/ to you? You take guilt upon yourself, and people see that. If you wish people to blame you less for things, you must first learn to stop blaming yourself. You listen all the time to the echo of voices that try to diminish you, and you are surprised to find that people see you diminished."     She looks up at Raven again, hesitantly, step by step, as if ashamed to meet her eyes. "I am the last Titan. My family is gone. That is why this place is so empty." She shakes her head. "They were not... they were not /together/. Father and son, mother and daughter, fighting each other for foolish, vain reasons. And now it is all gone. Stupid, foolish arguments. And... because of that, there is nothing left. Nothing but me. For thousands of years they have argued, until it came to this. Because of me."
Terry O'Neil	Terry listens, but says nothing. Quietly, he's making a mental note to call Harley in the morning. It looks like there's more sessions on the way. He briefly wonders what The Regalia might be capable of doing. Could it untie this knot? He smirks to himself. It was more likely to undo /him/, loosen his thread in the pattern and weave him into someone else, perhaps. Would that really be so terrible? If he could be anyone else, who would he be? Maybe he could come back as a villain who didn't care a whit about anyone's opinions or whether they cared or not. He'd drown himself in jewels in heists Catwoman could only salivate over. He'd laugh in the face of those who looked at him with disdain and then he'd watch them fall. And he'd laugh again. And he'd be alone, and /like/ it instead of craving for others and their approval. And- He stirs himself and narrows his eyes. Considering this place, there was a danger to thoughts like those. They are pushed far, far and into the back of his soul, where all the temptations people toy with but never carry out (because they hopefully know better) rest.
Rachel Roth	By now, Raven has placed her forehead in a hand, and is rubbing quietly at it as a means to try and assuage some of the stress suddenly placed on her. She is worried beyond all recognition, and Troia's statement just reinforces that. The incursion is here, where the two dimensions intersect, but if the other Troia leaves it, hers does not reappear- and outside of it, her Troia is simply gone. Deep breaths.     "I see."     It's all she says for a long time, something beginning in her chest that she forces down again and again, the results of that helpless feeling that she's felt all too often. Her hair falls around her face as she stares at the ground, as if for some reason doing that is going to solve anything. Her eyes go blank, and unfocus, staring off into nothing as she tries to imagine any way that she can help, in the state she's in.     It makes sense, of course. There's a part of her missing, and whether she likes it or not, that just reinforces the idea that it was the only part of her that is, or was, useful. The way she is now, she'll be helpless to do anything but watch this transpire, and it locks her in an immediate and difficult to escape depression.     "I should go." she finally says. "Do some reading. Figure this out." The words are hollow and sad, empty of any bravado or resolve. There is, simply, nothing there save desperate sadness, the kind which she would not normally express even in the worst situations. Where Raven was once made of implacable marble, there is only a defenseless, sad girl, who has lost the person she loves, to a force she understands but cannot combat.     The sheer hopelessness radiating off of her every being is in no small way infectious, even without her power of empathy. WIth no further words, she turns, and aims to make her way past Terry to get back into the dorms.
Terry O'Neil	Before Raven has a chance to get past him, Terry speaks up. "Not so fast," he says. If Raven is expecting him to pick up the fight, there will be a surprise coming. "She hasn't explained everything. She spoke up a prophecy. Vic thinks it's related to you and this affair." He glances up at Troia, "Can you repeat it, Troia? The thing about the other door?"
Donna Troy	roia watches the pair of them with an aura of hopelessness all her own, one Terry will have got used to by now. She gives a small nod of her head. "I didn't speak of a prophecy," she answers Terry. "Your memories are confused. I spoke an oracular truth. Is that what you meant? By long-troubling dream. By crown. By scepter. By a lie told to stop a war. Two truths tangled into one. A tangle that shall remain unpicked until unhappiness is embraced. Those are the words I spoke."     A change comes over her voice when she speaks those words. An opening up of the sound, as if the space they were in had changed its acoustics, her voice grown more powerful and warmer. It's a voice that brings to mind warm summer moonlight. She shrugs her shoulders. "I spoke the words, but I do not know what they mean. They are oracular. That's how the oracle works."     "Ra... Raven." Or was it 'Rae...Raven?' An odd, hesitant stutter. "I understand this is hard for you all, and perhaps hardest for you. I will help you get her back. I... there is so much I don't know. But here, in this place, the Last Titan can achieve a lot. Perhaps there is some... perhaps the good that the Titans have done does not have to be over, even though all but me are dead."
Rachel Roth	Raven doesn't turn to face the others as Terry stops her, instead remaining firmly faced away as her visage begins to quietly dissolve, unseen. She doesn't say anything other, as every word threatens to warp into some sobbed pathetic noise that resembles speech.     The Truth does make some sense to her, but it hurts even more. She understands, at the very least, the last portion. There's a moment of steeling herself, and she manages to speak one sentence, and not much more. "The last bit, it refers to... Sounds like it refers to... That there are two Troia, and that they won't be returned from whence they come until... Something happens." She can't really even bring herself to say it, and even then: There's the rest of the Truth to unravel.     That does, however, seem the most that Raven can manage- as she can't even bring herself to respond to Not-Donna acting almost alike to her Donna for even just that most fleeting of moments. Like a knife, that imitation- unintended or not- stabs at her most effectively.     She isn't physically mighty- but then again, Terry kind of isn't, either. So she presses her luck, and continues pulling away, trying to flee and hide for the time being.
Terry O'Neil	"The long-troubling dream, the crown, the scepter. That has to be about Wonderland- the Lampad told Donna that Wonderland was the dream of some escapist mage. The crown and scepter are the Regalia. So it's one part of this." Terry isn't mighty, but he is built like a gymnast. Although he hasn't been at it long enough to build the kind of posterior that sends Gotham into a complete spiral of lust, apparently, but he is no pushover. That's not to say he'd use his strength against Raven. Without intent to actually force someone, the best he can do is prove to be the world's fuzziest traffic cone in someone's bicycle route to the bakery. "The two truths is this whole thing, a Troia-shaped double-knot in the loom of the fates. But the unhappiness embraced-" Terry hesitates, and then finally says, "What really happened back there in Tartarus, Raven? You left something behind and now you are different. Less... unhappy." But still pretty hateful of him, but he keeps that quiet part on the quiet. He won't stop Raven from fleeing. He lets himself get pushed aside eventually, because it's a day ending in 'y'